Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2009 21:41:38 -0400
From: Ultra GMan
Subject: Blessing or Curse? Chapter 2
Blessing or Curse?
by ultragman@gmail.com
Chapter 2
I'm still admiring my penis when the shower curtain moved back and Charles
stuck his head around the corner. "Hey John," he said, that shy grin on his
face. "Mind if I join you?"
To be fair, all the cum that I'd shot onto my chest had ended up on his too
when he laid his head on my pecs earlier. I stepped back a bit and he
climbed in, his penis hanging between his legs invitingly. Fortunately I
don't think he'd paid enough attention to just how big mine was earlier to
figure out that I'd grown.
As the water beat down on both of us, Charles leaned in and started kissing
me; slowly at first and then picking up in intensity. I could already feel
my balls heating up again, and my pulse starting to race. If I've just
grown, I'm pretty horny as my body adjusts to the increased testosterone,
to say nothing of the sensitivity.
But just as soon as he started, he stepped back. "God, you're beautiful,"
he said. There's just something about the way he stated it that made me
blush a little bit, and want him even more. "I gotta be up really early
though," he said, regretfully. Giving me a peck on the cheek, he stepped
back out of the shower and began to towel off.
I got the hint and finished cleaning up and then got dressed. Charles gave
me his card, and before I knew it I was back outside. It wasn't too late, I
thought to myself. The Green Lantern was still open. But I knew I was going
to just get myself into trouble this way. Regretfully I started heading
home.
It was a nice warm evening, and I ended up unbuttoning my shirt and letting
it hang open. I had a tank top underneath it, but the air was able to blow
up around the shirt itself and it felt great, like a warm caress all over
my shoulders and neck. I'm also having to re-learn having a little more
heft to my package again. One thing to understand is that having the curse
means that your penis is much more sensitive than the average guy's. Plus,
our sex drive is much higher than most people's. The end result? Well, try
walking around with a cock ring on all the time. You know how it pushes
your balls forward and you're feeling that friction with every step? That's
my life, constantly. And it just gets stronger and stronger the larger my
penis gets.
Yeah, I know. Blessing or a curse, I go back and forth on what it really
is.
Anyway, I'm walking down the street, and I'm starting to see some people
who are heading home from the Green Lantern as well. I can't help myself as
one particularly hot guy rounds the corner, and I flash him a smile. He's a
tall drink of water, as my aunt used to say, but he's just packed full of
muscle. I can almost see his six-pack abs through his tight t-shirt as if
it's printed onto the fabric as a pattern, and his biceps are struggling to
rip through the sleeves every time he flexes. If that isn't enough, he's
got a boyish face, with rosy cheeks and a twinkle in his dark blue eyes, a
perfect match for his blond hair.
He stops and stares at me for a minute. His eyes rove up and down, and for
a minute I feel like they're undressing me. But then I realize it's more
than that, he's almost rating me. Trying to decide if I'm really worth
stopping or not. Honestly, it's a turn-off and I'm about ready to move on
when he starts heading towards me, a familiar "we're going to have sex"
swagger in his step.
"Hey," he says. "Heading my way?"
Oh god. Now I really want to bolt. But it's the combination of the warm
air, my recent growth, and Charles revving me up and I find my hand moving
towards He-Man's arm. "I sure am," I hear myself saying. Writing all this
down, trust me when I say that I'm hanging my head in shame now.
He laid a hand on my shoulder and grinned in a predatory way. "This way,"
was all he said, leading me on a ten block journey before we got to his
condo. We're barely inside the door when he picks me up and literally
tosses me through the air onto his bed. It's a studio, and I try to get a
look around but he's next to me, tearing my shirt off and yanking the
undershirt over my head too.
My pants are getting yanked off a second later, and I'm starting to wonder
if I've bitten off more than I can chew when I suddenly feel his hot breath
on my ass and hear him licking his lips. And then he starts rimming me, his
tongue moving in circles around the edge of my rosebud. I exhale heavily,
and he takes that as an invitation to move a little further in. His tongue
starts darting in and out, feeling almost like a small penis, loosening me
up with warmth and sensuality.
I let out a moan in spite of myself, and his hands start running up and
down my sides. Holding on, he pushes his face even further into my rear,
trying to eat his way through me. And for ten minutes, that's all he
did. The more he licked, the more I squirmed and gasped. I could feel my
balls getting heavier, swaying back and forth and desperate to be
relieved. He-Man was more than making up any bad behavior earlier.
Finally, coming up for air, He-Man paused. "I want you so bad," he finally
said. "Your ass is so hot, you're so good... What do you want?"
Jackpot. This was the best of all worlds, and I'll explain why in a
minute. "Both," I finally said. "You take me first."
He-Man needed no more encouragement. I could hear him fumbling with his
pants, grabbing some lube and a condom. In record time, I could feel him
repositioning himself behind me and gently pushing into me. Honestly, I was
so loosened at this point that he could've just driven a train through if
he wanted. Also, while He-Man was big almost everywhere else, his penis was
decidedly average. My earlier encounter was the big man on campus so far
tonight, although I knew that would be changing shortly.
I'm on my hands and knees at this point, and He-Man is grabbing my nipples
and tweaking them even as he pushes back and forth inside of me. It's
pretty good, and he certainly knows what he's doing. I'm just getting into
the rhythm of it all when he leans forward and bites my shoulder. Not too
hard, but still, it's a slight surprise and I clamp down on his penis by
way of reaction.
Well, that did it. He starts shooting inside of me, and he yells like a
wild warrior when he did it. He-Man indeed. It's actually a little silly,
but considering what he's doing for me right now I'm not
complaining. Gasping and panting, he continues to kneel for a minute, as if
he's getting his bearings. Finally, slowly, almost regretfully, he pulls
out.
"Wow," he finally says. "That was..."
And then I've whirled around and jumped on top of him, pushing my mouth on
top of his. I admit it, my motivation is two-fold. First off, I want to
fuck him really bad now. I haven't come yet, I'm horny as hell, and my
hormones are running wild. But second, I can feel the warmth that signals
growth beginning to spread, and I want to see if I can get inside of him
before it hits. Probably not, but since it does take a few minutes, I've
got a shot at it.
He-Man, meanwhile, has eagerly fallen onto his back, and he's pushing his
legs up and back, holding onto them with his hands. Damn, can he pull them
back. He's definitely no stranger to being on his back for another man. I
stop for a second and look at my blond- haired adonis, totally in my
thrall. It's like I'm about to fuck a classical sculpture, it's just so
perfect. Except, of course, sculptures never had such a pleading look in
their eyes.
I can suddenly feel my penis start to thicken and lengthen, and I realize
that my window of opportunity is almost up. I start pushing the head of my
penis in, and oh god does he feel good. Even through the condom that I
hastily put on, he's warm, really warm, and tight to boot. He-Man gives out
a moan so loud I'm afraid the neighbors are going to hear. But hell,
they're not my neighbors, right? There's almost no resistance and so I push
in more and more, each new inch slipping him causing He-Man to gasp again.
I'm almost all the way in when the rest of the growth kicks in, and my
penis gets a little more girthy and long inside of He-Man. His eyes go
suddenly wide with surprise and pleasure, as if that extra bit of size has
tipped him over the edge into pleasureland. I lean forward and start
kissing him, hard, and he moans into my mouth as I shove the rest of what's
now a nine-inch penis into him.
Thrusting in and out, I can feel that my balls have finished their growth
as well. Hanging heavily, they're smacking into He-Man with each movement
and the sensation sends an extra little spark of energy up my spine. I
shove into him hard, harder, harder, and suddenly his whole body underneath
me starts twitching wildly. I can see it in his eyes, he's having a little
mini-orgasm, and I take that as a cue to lay even harder into him. My penis
is feeling so huge and heavy now, but as much as I want to cum I keep
concentrating on He-Man. A couple of minutes later he has a second
mini-orgasm, and then a third. It's people like He-Man who definitely call
this a blessing instead of a curse, needless to say. Those who know about
us who might be scared off by the size of our penis ultimately can't stay
away because they know just how good it is when we fuck someone. I've heard
others say that they don't feel like they even have to try because of how
good the other person will feel, but I don't think that's fair at all. Why
give them the eight of clubs when I can whip out the ace with no skin off
my back?
But finally, I can't take it anymore, and as I starts shooting I find
myself shouting too now. Clearly a side-effect from hanging out with
He-Man. The two of us are gasping and yelling together, and a minute later
my balls finally finish emptying themselves. I won't lie, cuming right
after growth is so good that there are people I've slept with that I
would've regretted if it wasn't for this great one-two punch of getting
topped, then topping.
He-Man at this point is almost in a daze, he's had so many orgasms
tonight. I'm lying there with him for a minute or two before I realize that
he's fallen asleep. I gently shake him, but he's out like a light. I
finally grab some tissues and clean him up the best I can, before pulling a
sheet over him. He-Man's reached out and grabbed a pillow and is gently
hugging it; it's such a cute scene I almost feel ill.
Finally, I tiptoe out of the apartment and then head home.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Well, you're probably thinking a lot of
things, a combination of disdain and jealousy. But in answer to your
question... no, I'm not losing an inch because I fucked He-Man. You see,
that's a huge misconception when it comes to the blessing.
The way it works is pretty simple: you gain an inch when you get fucked,
you lose an inch when you fuck... but only if it's the first time you've
had sex with someone. After that, it doesn't matter how many times and in
what position, you're staying just the way you are. So if I'd wanted to
drop back down to seven inches, I would've reversed tonight's events with
He-Man.
More importantly, I've met a few guys who are in long-term relationships
who also have the same condition. This way they don't have to worry about
eventually growing (or shrinking) into a bad position with their
boyfriend. Which reminds me, I suppose, that I should also clarify that no,
you cannot shrink your penis into nothing. Everyone has a minimum size that
they don't go beyond. It took a lot of trying to discover mine was three
inches, because really, once you're at four inches it's tough to find
someone who's excited about you fucking them. There's also supposedly a
maximum size, which is a good thing if you ever got caught in a gang bang
or something. Not that I know what it is for me. Honestly, beyond a
certain size? I don't want to find out. There really is too much of a good
thing.
For now, though, I'm heading home with a swagger in my step and a heavy
nine inch cock in my pants. Even soft it's pushing at the fabric of my
underwear and pants, and I know it's going to be fun dressing for work
tomorrow. But that's another story.